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"Every employee in Common Grounds has some story about how X rogue came in and ordered a mocha frappuccino and did or didn't leave a tip. Vanessa insists the Penguin left a twenty in the jar once, I'm telling her show me the security footage or that's bullshit."
"Over a hundred bucks for one frying pan?? ... Nonstick, yet sears like cast iron using "exclusive SearTech technology". Grid keeps oil in the middle of the pan, that's helpful. Oven safe to 500 degrees, dishwasher safe, induction compatible. Hmh. I'm curious to see if it'd live up to all that."
"I've hunted deer, I've hunted elk, bucks and does, no problem. But moose? I don't mess with that."
"You know how good simple glazed doughnuts are? I'll do you one better. Glazed. Croissants. There's a new bakery near Common Grounds that makes them and they practically melt in your mouth."
"... Am I looking too far into this or does the thing with randomized kid's meal toys remind anyone else of those... what're they called... gacha games? I dunno, introducing kids to gambling at such a young age is pretty shady, fast food corporations."
It's with a heavy sigh that she falls back onto the nearest soft thing available, all but sprawled with her eyes shut.
"Work days like this make it WAY too tempting to go back to living in the woods full time."
"... you ever get the urge to do something like cut your hair. Or dye it. Or something."
"Oh no... I painted my nails and they turned out REALLY PRETTY and now I'm not going to get anything done--"
She's already been staring at them for five minutes, watching the colors shift.
A too-bright flash followed by a deafening crack of thunder had Senja ducking her head for a second, wincing before sucking in a calming breath.
"There's a million things around here that are a hundred times taller than me. I'm not flying. I'll be fine."
She still picked up the pace, though. Better to get home that much sooner.
"You ever bite your cheek hard enough that it crunches and you're left with a..." She grimaced as she searched for the word. "A flap hanging from the inside of your cheek? And then you KEEP. BITING IT."
And don't get her started on having sharp teeth and doing that exact same thing...
Her hair is tied back, she'd got a cold drink in her hand, and she's slowly beating her wings to give herself some air flow. Company is welcome to join her. (AC in the whole apartment complex is dead and it's MISERABLE.)
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“You’ll never, ever hear me say this again… but I have a bad feeling about this.”
“The chance of someone having an, um, aneurysm is like… 8 to 10 out of 100,000 people… you should maybe calm down before you become another, uh, statistic.”
She’s squinting at her coffee cup. It appears that the barista had accidentally written ‘Chad’ instead of ‘Chaz’.
“You think it’ll be good still?” She asks, lifting a brow. She’s almost convinced herself that maybe she did have the wrong order, even going so far as to remove the lid and sniff the contents. “Well…there’s a few ways to find out, but maybe the direct route is the best one.”
“I was going to be offended that you had the, uh, nerd emoji in my contact name on your phone… but it kinda, um…does look like me.”